I learned something from my latest dream. Vampires flavor the blood they drink. Eichorst brought in one of the cops that delivered me to him, forced the man to guzzle a bottle of schnapps, and then drained him in front of me. He made some silly little comment about loving to enjoy a human cocktail now and then and snapped the man's neck so he wouldn't turn, but left the body in the room with me. I don't know what I was thinking, but I asked him what he was going to do to me.
He said everything.
This doesn't bode well for me. I predict lots of drinking this evening. If these dreams keep up my liver is going to be shot to hell.